a few weeks ago, you traded your Pokémon for a Gardevoir, ready to go out and battle.

however, upon releasing her from the Pokeball, you saw how bandaged up she was, and how thin she looked, even for a Gardevoir…

“… s-so… y-you are my new master…? S-Sorry, I’m n-not good at combat…”

she mumbled, looking down as she fiddled her bandaged fingers…

“… I-I’ll try not to c-cause any trouble… I-I’ll just eat what I n-need…”

she whispered again, slowly looking up at you…